more like shsl take a bath but i love you tanner
"You’re right. I thought I was something else, though."
*busts through the door* did someone say munday
aka a compilation of photos from before i cut my hair. aka never let people take pictures of you this is what happens i’m warning you kids
"So…There’s another Sex ed lesson going on, and the Watersports club is having a meeting?"
"Oh what a world we live in today."
'Yikes,' he thought, ‘Arrogant, much? Maybe a clean freak? I suppose it doesn’t bother me that much considering the conditions outside and my limited options…’ Cry slid his hands behind him as he tightened the porcelain mask that he had fit around his head, the black string rubbing against the back of his ears irritably as he did so. Sighing, he slid his hands over to his jacket and pulled out his wallet from his kangaroo-styled hoodie pocket and opened it up, “How much does the oxygen cost, milady?” only then had he realized how ridiculous the question had sounded, and he stifled a laugh with the back of his hand, grateful for his mask obscuring his face from the other as he looked down at the ground, his messy brunette locks draping over his mask.
Karin dissolved into laughter at his restrained amusement, leaning over until her forehead rested against the countertop (narrowly avoiding the edge of the register in the process). “I wasn’t being serious, you goof. I make enough from the pastries I sell to not have to be a total bitch about other stuff. Tell me, then,” she began, bringing her head back up so her genuinely cheery face was visible to the customer, “What do you usually like? If you say ‘I don’t know’, I’ll figure something out. But what’s your preference? Oh, and are you allergic to anything? It’s sort of important, though it’s a pain.”
Through her informative inquiry/speech combination, the short girl had absentmindedly been pulling at the ends of her chin-length hair in contentment, as she often did when in the middle of a conversation. It could be an annoying habit.
DO Y OU JUST EVER OPEN THE WRONG ICON BECAUS E I JUS T
when is that ever the wrong icon
eighteen followers in half an hour. who fucking promo’d me i’ll have your head
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Bitingly cold air brushes Karin’s skin, the breeze lifting the tips of her hair before fading and allowing them to settle once more comfortably against her neck. Although her shop itself was warm, as well as the customers who filled it so constantly, the constant opening and closing of doors was beginning to wear at her sanity. The brisk afternoon, so adored on the social media sites she’d reluctantly joined, bothered her for reasons she couldn’t quite pin down. Maybe it was the ice, creating slick surfaces that threatened to send her careening into oncoming traffic at the slightest upheaval? Perhaps it was the subconscious reminder that she wasn’t in complete control of herself any longer, the wheels of her chair all too visible underneath the muted red-and-white blanket her brother had tucked around her legs before she’d left the house that morning.
She tried to keep her mind on other things.
Throat sore from greeting as many customers as she had, already rubbed raw from the cool November air, the baker nevertheless cleared it of obstructions and raised her voice to be heard over the din and chatter of those who had already been served. “Welcome to Turnover A New Leaf, where the pastries are almost as pretty as you are. Yes, mister, that means you. Those eyes aren’t well defined by the word ‘handsome’.” Grinning, satisfied she’d gotten their attention, Karin continued. “Is anyone here to pick up an order, or are you all walk-ins? Either way, I can help you at this counter.”
Nakamura had walked in, being a bit hungry and not bothering to wait until he got home, he stood at the doors. “Hello there. I cannot pay any… small fees easily, but I am sure I can pay extra. I believe this is a diner? I promise to pay for taking your time, so… What do you have in store for a customer?”
Karin just snorted in languid amusement at his response, smiling and beckoning him to come in further. Not moving from her position behind the counter, not willing to reveal her disability so early into the conversation, she propped an elbow on the pearl countertop and rested her chin in her palm, regarding him. “Don’t worry about it, just a joke. We like those here. It’s a bakery, actually, although I can probably find at least one of my employees to scrounge you up something more satisfying. If you don’t mind something sweet, though, I can help you out. What do you generally like?”
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Winter had finally arrived, and Karin was absolutely certain her fingers were already experiencing early symptoms of frostbite as a result. Of course, seeing as she was currently indoors, with the space heater at the edge of the counter running full blast, she had to admit her reasoning wasn’t exactly sound. Nevertheless, she thought as she adjusted the blanket covering her legs, it was still cold as balls outside.
Yawning, as uncooperative weather had the annoying tendency to make her want to curl up into a little ball and sleep until it was summer again, the baker ran a hand through her short brown hair and looked around at those who had sought refuge from the cold in her shop. Nearly everyone had a steaming mug of champurrado in their hands or on the smoothly marbled tabletops in front of them, their laptops safely snug next to them. Roughly eighteen thousand customers a season couldn’t be wrong, could they? It was one of her best sellers.
The sign above the door advertised the bakery’s name: Turnover A New Leaf. She’d been doing an awful lot of that, lately, and at the rate things were progressing still had a lot more to go. Unimportant, she thought, brushing the notion aside. There were customers to be served, and pastries to eat. Dwelling on the past and future was no way to succeed for long. Smiling brightly at those who had just arrived, Karin greeted her newest patrons.
"Hello! Welcome to Turnover A New Leaf. I’m afraid it’s not Christmas yet, so I’m not feeling very charitable. As a result, there’ll be the usual added fee of breathing my air. Don’t worry, it’s quite low for such an appalling use of my oxygen."
"I’m loathe to deny the request of a lady, particularly one who needs the aforementioned cheer. I’ll stay out of it. As for my day, well, I went to several meetings this morning concerning a rash of new cases regarding gang activity," he wet his lips, considering, "…and spent two or three hours in court to provide testimonies for some others. At least I can say that I’ve only had to do one short pile of paperwork thus far, though I know that there’s more waiting for me at the office…"
He smiled for her, glancing away from their entwined fingers to watch her face. If he had a pony for every time someone asked him to not investigate their secrets (which only served to make them more interesting), he would have far too many ponies than was reasonably safe or zoned for his father’s estate. Though, honestly, he wondered if even the acres of land at his mother’s home in England would be enough. Alas, such was the life of a detective.
Veritably snorting in amusement at the description of his day, the young baker rolled her eyes before allowing them to rest on his tie, which lay askance. Bringing their intertwined fingers up so she could adjust it, unwilling to let him go, she resisted the urge to fluff his hair affectionately before speaking again.
"Gang activity, huh? Sounds real pleasant. What a surprise you were able to find time in your busy bee detective schedule to come and visit little old me!"
Quieting her laughter, Karin’s eyes traveled upward to meet his. “Are you okay, though? I haven’t seen you in a little while, and you’re kind of worrying me. I’m okay, I promise. If…if life changes after I get out of here, so be it. But I don’t want you to come visit me here if I’m only going to make you upset or uneasy.”
walk up into the club like waddup i’m finally online
((I just can’t stop…. Here’s Wasu, Juvia, Karin and Jamie~))
I’m working on sort of reinventing Karin, since she’s the only character out of what, five? That I am simply not satisfied with. I love rping as her, but her character traits and development could use some work. Here are just a few things that will be changing over the next few days, and what you can expect!
- First off, she’s in a wheelchair. Her history of hiding the disability she’s suffering through for the sake of blind pride is still there, but it led to further complications and, ultimately, her status as being in a wheelchair for an indefinite period of time.
- This is a very sore point for her. Bringing up her disabled legs or questioning her ability to perform at the level she used to, or implying that her success is impressive for a disabled person, will push her berserk button in a flash and she will likely keep the horrible impression from this throughout further interactions and never let it go.
- She’s a lot more openly hostile towards her family, although mostly only when they’re in the vicinity. As I’ve mentioned before, her brother is completely in the clear and does not in any way deserve the abuse he’s on the receiving end of, but she hates him by default since he’s her father’s favorite.
- Karin is now a terrible cook. I am perfectly aware that it’s possible for her to be good at both, especially being super high school level and having a fully stocked knowledge of the science behind food. However, for a girl who has specialized in baking her entire life with only supplemental training in the pastry arts to somehow be talented at cooking as well is just not realistic to me. Also Rule of Funny. Baker girl can’t cook ahaha
- Her hair is longer! While her hair was the same length as it is in the fanart I currently have of her at the ages of fifteen and sixteen, at the time of a despair game it would be a few inches past her shoulders. Is that important? Nah, not really.
- She’s a huge flirt. That’s actually a pre-existing thing that I just decided to expand upon here. Karin’s mother is a very proper, uptight woman who (while honestly loving her daughter in her own messed up way) does not approve of premarital affection or marrying for love when business connections or social climbing can be done…and so is constantly sending suitors Karin’s way in the not-so-secret hopes that one of them will find her daughter suitable for marriage (and vice versa) and both parties will be happy. Naturally, Karin took it upon herself to personally rebel against any sort of influence from her parents and flirts with any boy she sees fit. This later grew into genuine affection for most males who were even the least bit kind or charming to her, stemming from her gratitude towards them for helping her break away from her mother’s ideals.
- Her talent is specialized in baking, not pastry arts. This is something that needs to be reiterated (and that I need to actually start applying to roleplays). Karin has horrible handwriting and muscle control in her right hand following the accident that crippled her, and can no longer decorate cakes as well as she used to. She is able to power through this when it comes to certain designs and important orders, and has trained in pastry arts, but for the most part she hires employees to perform those tasks at her shop and relies on other members of her culinary team during competitions to do so for her, citing her strengths in other areas.
- Her talent is heavily based around incorporating desserts from other cultures and bringing them to the culinary mainstream. Karin can name desserts from any country, along with how to make them and a brief history of said culture’s general traditions for food and characteristics most of their dishes share. Therefore, she has a better understanding of history and geography than she lets on.
- She claims to not care about her family, and outright holds a fair amount of disdain towards them, but she still finds herself desperately craving their attention and approval. Although her brother gives her the admiration she desires, she hates him for “coddling” her and looking down on her from his more professional status as a lawyer. This is why you’ll see through future rps (and some past ones!) that Karin appears to absolutely hate her father but follows his influence and bends over backwards to impress him.
- The archetype that Karin is based off of and is meant to parody is a modern-day, teenaged Granny Classic.